The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me